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Amélie was finally beginning to venture outside of her den, and while she rarely wandered far and almost always retreated back to the safety of her nest if any other cat were to approach her, she was getting used to the sounds of activity from outside. While her ear no longer stung, the stub where her tail had once been still itched, and was covered in cobwebs and poultices that needed to be replaced on a daily basis; she was healing, but not nearly as quickly as she would like to.
On that particular day, she felt confident enough to brave the business of SkyClan's camp at the peak of sunhigh. The grass here was well-trodden, the air crisp and chilly with the turn of the season, and of the few deciduous trees among valleys of pine, golden and orange leaves hung in bushels among their still-green companions. Amélie had been surveying the scene when a flash of fluttering whiteness danced across her vision. Her kit-brain took over immediately, and her brown eyes focused on the butterfly in delight. It flew at about the height of a fully-grown cat, and then descended to land on a blade of grass, where the beating of its wings slowed to a gentle, breathing motion. Amélie's whiskers twitched as she lowered to the ground, hoping that she could sneak closer for a better look at the dainty black dots at the edges of its wings.
Instead, it noticed her movement instantly, and again took off into the sky.
With a new smile, the kitten leapt closer to it and raised up on her hind legs, reaching a paw up towards the dancing insect. Without realizing it, a single butterfly had brought her further than she had ever traveled into the foreign and scary place that was the clan's camp. Her bell jingled and glittered in the sunlight with every pounce and leap towards the fleeing butterfly.
On that particular day, she felt confident enough to brave the business of SkyClan's camp at the peak of sunhigh. The grass here was well-trodden, the air crisp and chilly with the turn of the season, and of the few deciduous trees among valleys of pine, golden and orange leaves hung in bushels among their still-green companions. Amélie had been surveying the scene when a flash of fluttering whiteness danced across her vision. Her kit-brain took over immediately, and her brown eyes focused on the butterfly in delight. It flew at about the height of a fully-grown cat, and then descended to land on a blade of grass, where the beating of its wings slowed to a gentle, breathing motion. Amélie's whiskers twitched as she lowered to the ground, hoping that she could sneak closer for a better look at the dainty black dots at the edges of its wings.
Instead, it noticed her movement instantly, and again took off into the sky.
With a new smile, the kitten leapt closer to it and raised up on her hind legs, reaching a paw up towards the dancing insect. Without realizing it, a single butterfly had brought her further than she had ever traveled into the foreign and scary place that was the clan's camp. Her bell jingled and glittered in the sunlight with every pounce and leap towards the fleeing butterfly.
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